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[Dumezil]

(Hi, I am really sorry to ask this but is there any way we can have a different breed of hunting dog? Like an English Springer Spaniel? I have one who was trained to hunt and grew up with lots of people who hunted with them in Europe so I feel slightly connected, haha. I will still join either way. Thank you!)

[Kat.]

{{ Mhmm, that is fine. The dogs on the front page are just the specifif Coonhound, but anything that can actually hunt well is approved. eg: Spaniels, Flat-Coated retrievers, etc. But I just don't want like every dog to be something other than Coonhounds, but one is fine xD }}

[Dumezil]

Just the B A S I C S...

Name: Bel
Gender: Fae
Age: Two Years
Breed: English Springer Spaniel
Height: 18”
Weight: 40 Lbs
Other: Liver Spaniel

Deep I N S I D E...

Personality:
It usually changes slightly, depending on my mood. However, over-all, Bel is excitable and always ready for an adventure, like most hunting dogs. She tends to dislike younger dogs, though.

History:
Bel belonged to a breeder in Germany until she was a few months old and sold to an American before being taken back to the U.S to hunt with the others. Otherwise, just the standard history. Nothing that traumatized her or that particularly sticks out.

Siblings:
Sold

Mother:
Eike

Father:
Blitz


Your Personal I N F O...

Username: Jetta

Literate-Level: Like to average between 300 and 700 words per post, but can do more or less.

Example of Role-Playing:

Tagg gave a short bark that could not be mistaken as anything but a laugh as she swiftly morphed from her huge, black wolf shape into the smaller human girl. The past months, almost year, had gone very badly for her back at the lab. She had been almost totally out of commission because of all the different experiments in order to enhance and update her abilities. They had left her weak, angry, and even crazier than before. They had not managed to do much besides lighten her bones a little but every other experiment and attempted update had not done much besides mess with her brain circuits even more. What she had experienced had not done much to improve her temperament either.

"Hello Dako."She said, using the shortened name she had given the avian human a while back for laughs and giggles. Her shape shimmered and twisted slightly, as if she could not decide whether to drop into wolf form or stay human. The past previous months had been as a wolf for most of the time. Pain was more bearable that way.

“I take it you got my little warning?”She asked, her voice hoarse from lack of use. She fiddled slightly with a small shining whistle, twirling it around her wrist and through her fingers with a nasty little smile on her face. The time where she had been restricted to her rooms had not been wasted. She had watched, learned, and copied a careless white coat with the ability to make the whistles and had taught herself how to fine tune it to individual avian humans. She hadn’t had a chance to test it yet; if the lab coats knew she had figured it out they would most likely do everything to stop her because she wasn’t exactly known to be loyal to anyone. Kill an avian human, kill a white coat alike.

Tagg knew that she had the advantage here. Dakota killed for survival, not pleasure. Dakota was strong, but Tagg had no boundaries. Nothing to lose. She was angry after being cooped up. She was angry at what they did to her. She was angry that they still had her. But most of all, she was hungry.

They had let her loose just two days ago. She had taken to the shadows instantly, quicker and nastier than any of the hell rats that New York had spawned. She had not originally gone after Dakota first but it had been the first smell she had stumbled across and she had lit up at the idea in an instant. Traitors. So many traitors. She wanted to kill them all, and might as well start with Dakota. Tagg was bloodier than ever when it came to fights, but she was also smarter. She had grown a fondness for mind games. Besides stealing the ability to make whistles, Tagg had used her time to find and try to match each of the bird kids to all the files. There were a lot, but she had had a lot of time. She memorized the ones that matched the avian humans she knew, and even if the lab coats were no longer sure which experiment belonged to which file, she did. She knew Dakota’s number now, and she knew everything that had been on the file. And she wasn’t telling anyone what she knew. She took her advantages over the white coats every chance she got.

Tagg snarled gleefully, her sharp teeth gleaming in the light.

Passcode: “Wasabi. Use it, or DIE!”

Other:

[Kat.]

{{ Accepted! We can start now! }}

[Charisma.]

Just the B A S I C S...

Name: Layla
Gender: Fae
Age:Two years and Ten months of age.
Breed: English Pointer
Height: Layla isn't the tallest of dogs. She is rather on the short side for her breed, standing at only 22 inches at the shoulder.
Weight: Layla weighs in at about forty nine pounds.
Other:---

Deep I N S I D E...

Personality:
Layla is a sweet dog, in simple terms. She isn't one to fight over stupid things, and often listens before she speaks up. This doesn't mean she wont speak up, rather, she will wait until its the right time to speak. However, this may not always be the case. Layla may seem as though she is a shy dog, however that is not the case. She is very approachable, and often loves to chat or hang out. Layla is very defensive however, and cares deeply about friends and family. She knows she isn't the biggest dog, or the strongest, however she has a confident stride to her, when it comes to defending her friends or family.
Layla isn't one to hold grudges of any kind, and is more of the 'forgive and forget' kind of dog, although if you push her to her limits and upset her, then she will be upset. When it comes to her emotions, she can show them well, as much as she tries to hide them. One bad thing about her is that sometimes she gets a little to open about her emotions, and pours her heart out to anyone she trusts, risking hurting her own self, which has happened before. She's sensitive about that kind of thing.
History: ---
Siblings:
Two brothers who were sold at a young age.
Mother:Her mothers name was Reese
Father: Her father was known as Grit
Other: ---

Your Personal I N F O...

Username: -Vengeance-
Nickname: Just Vengeance or Vengie
Literate-Level: Semi-lit / Literate
Example of Role-Playing:

There wasn't a doubt in her mind, she was on the trail. Her muzzle was filled with overwhelming scents. She'd found the hare, and a rather large one at that. Quickening her pace she let her long legs carry her swiftly across the land. Her deep chocolate eyes scanning the path as she ran. She wasn't the strongest of dogs, though she was agile, swift and quick on her feet. Her ears tilted forward as she caught sight of the hare once more, as it flashed from here to there and back. She had to try to be able to keep up with its quick pace, herself. Finally she was able to catch up, her hearth thumping in her chest, her eyes set on the hare. She would get it this time, she was certain. Her velvety ears perked, as she lunged forward, only to be stopped. Stumbling she was pushed backwards in a sudden movement as she raised her head to see who it was. A small gasp escaped her as she noticed the two tall gangly dogs in front of her. Narrowing her eyes, she realized they had beat her to it. The hare was gone. Shaking her head in disbelief she turned her nose towards them, curled her lips back, revealing her glistening teeth, and snarled.

Passcode: Wasabi
Other:

[I'll make a male later when its needed ^^]

[Kat.]

{{ Accepted =D }}

[toast;]

Just the B A S I C S...

Name: Torent
Gender: Male
Age: 3 Years Young
Breed: Brindle Plott Hound
Height: 23 Inches
Weight: 50 Pounds
Other:

Deep I N S I D E...

Personality: {This is optional, so it will come later x3}
History: {I will add it eventually}
Siblings: He has a few, all younger so he doesn't know them. He was the only one that survived in his litter.
Mother: Leruna
Father: Nepolean
Other:

Your Personal I N F O...

Username: €lliptical
Nickname: Anything you guys wanna call me
Literate-Level: Any Level, pretty much.
Example of Role-Playing:

Torent could feel it. The tension in the deer's bodies. It was all over the air. They were silent. Not a muscle moving. He crouched slightly above them, on a soft raise with his owner laying on his stomach, surrounded by about three other dogs. His hunting team. They were waiting silently for their hunter to make his shot. He only had one and it was critical.
The gun raised, Torent's muscles tensing. He lowered his body even more, then as the shot rang out, the bullet whizzing past its intended target, hitting home on another deer's rib cage. He heard his hunter's disappointed curse and he looked up at the grizzly man.
Middle-aged with a small dark beard. He was tall, about 6'2" with broad shoulders and a rough, deep voice. Any dog who didn't know his nature might be scared, but he had been raised by this man. He felt loyalty to him, and always will.
"C'mon pups, they're long gone by now. Supper probably ready and we best be gettin' to it. Load!" His human had been saying. When he gave the 'Load' command, he and the three others leaped into the heavy truck, the door closing behind them. He, like always, got shot gun and they drove homebound, back to their tiny little housing on the outskirts of town.

Passcode: I forgot what the Wasabi it was x3
Other:

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Just the B A S I C S...

Name: Sitka
Gender: Female
Age: 3 Months
Breed: Bluetick Coonhound
Height: 9 Inches (Still Growing. Will Be About 21 Inches)
Weight: 18 Pounds
Other: She's in training.

Deep I N S I D E...

Personality: {Adding Later}
History: {Once I get a feel of her personality, I'll make it to fit.}
Siblings: She has many older siblings, none younger that she knows of, and her only litter-make is a male named Demone
Mother: Persephone
Father: Lucifer
Other: Teehee

Your Personal I N F O...

Username: €lliptical
Nickname: Anything :3
Literate-Level: All Around
Example of Role-Playing:

Look at Torent's ^_^

Passcode: Um....Wasabi with you?
Other:

[Kat.]

{{ Hey, Elliptical! }}

[toast;]

{{Hey Red Would you mind if my female character was a puppy in training?}}

[Kat.]

{{ Sure! That'd basically mean she wouldn't be Lead Tracker as much, and a couple different dogs would kinda mentor her, right? }}